Dumby. What a mystery you are!
Lady Plymdale. [Looking at him.] I wish you were!
Dumby. I am—to myself. I am the only person in the world I should like to know thoroughly; but I don't see any chance of it just at present.
[They pass into the ball-room, and Lady Windermere and Lord Darlington enter from the terrace.]
Lady Windermere. Yes. Her coming here is monstrous, unbearable. I know now what you meant to-day at tea-time.”